The Ex-Wife's Burning Elegance

Chapter 92

Stella sighed and reluctantly dialed Haynes' number again.

"Ring, ring, ring..." No answer.

Before long, the call ended on its own, timing out in silence.

The two receptionists exchanged a look, their expressions growing more disdainful, as if Stella were something unpleasant they had to deal with.

One of them glanced at Stella's striking face, a flicker of envy crossing her eyes, and spoke with a sarcastic edge. "It's laughable, really. Mrs. O'Brien herself can't even get through to Mr. O'Brien... Do you think we're fools?"

"Yeah, since when did every Tom, Dick, and Harry think they could just waltz in to see Mr. O'Brien? Gold diggers these days hit new lows," chimed in the other, her voice dripping with contempt.

"I've seen plenty of women who think a pretty face is all it takes to snag Mr. O'Brien, but none quite so bold as to pretend they're Mrs. O'Brien," she added, just loud enough for Stella to hear.

After five years of marriage to Haynes, there was no respect—not in private, and certainly not

the office today?" Stella asked, trying to keep

replied curtly. "Company policy forbids

sneered, "Aren't you supposed to be Mrs. O'Brien? Shouldn't you know if your husband's

turned and walked over to the waiting

woman with ulterior motives towards Haynes, became even

should just leave. Mr. O'Brien won't see you," one called

like you just ruin the atmosphere around here!" the other

you don't leave, I'll call

"Get out of here!"

had intended to let it slide, respecting that they were just doing their jobs. But their attitude had crossed a line,

she turned to face them, she couldn't help but smirk at their defensive hostility. Haynes was even more of a catch than she had given him